Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Index,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
UT,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.